Forbidden Fruit (24 page)

"Yes, yes baby! Ohhh shit!"

"Tell me...tell a nigga how good he makin' that pussy feel!"

"Oh shit! It feel good Tre! You feel so good up in my pussy!" She pushed her ass into him. She could feel it, it was so close.

"You cumin'?" He asked.

"Yes, hell yes!" She screamed.

"Cum for me baby! Yeah! Cum for me" He grabbed her shoulders making access to her G spot even easier. He could feel her muscles pulling his dick. "Mmmm, feel like that pussy suckin' my dick, damn." He felt her get wetter. Her pulled her into him and grinded into her deep, hot wetness. She squirted all over his dick and stomach. The orgasm was so intense that she started running from the dick again. "You can't go nowhere. Where you goin'? I'm goin' make you cum some more. What you can't take it? Can't take the dick? Huh? Ain't that why you had on that lil' shit when I walked in the door. Ass and titties hangin' all out and shit. And you ain't think a nigga was goin' straight kill the pussy! You think a nigga won't goin' beat this mufucka up! I ain't felt this mufuckin' pussy in a week and you thought I was goin' be gentle wit' that mufucka! Did you forget who the fuck I am! I feel you baby! You ‘bout to cum! Cum for daddy! Cum on that dick!" She squirted on his dick again. “Damn you bout to drown a nigga in this wet mufucka’! Shit! Hell yeah. This my mufuckin’ pussy! Now I’m ‘bout to make you cum again…and again…and again!”

He was one shit talking nigga when they fucked, but she liked that shit. She couldn't even say anything. All she could do was enjoy the deep explosion of pleasure inside her. Her body convulsed as smaller sensations of pleasure followed causing a stream of pussy juice to trickle down his hard dick. He slipped in and out effortlessly. “Mmm, Tre…uhhhh. I’m… ‘bout to fuckin’ cum again!”

Her legs were numb and her pussy was sore as hell when he finally emptied his seeds all over her back. They were both out of breath and didn't say anything for a few minutes.

Me and Ablo were ten miles from Lithonia when he threw his cell phone out of the window. He said that he didn't want the police to have access to anything that could connect them to him. Even if that meant laying low in the suburbs until shit cooled off. He already knew that the Atlanta/Fulton County PD knew about his pending case. He also knew that they would be keeping tabs on him and his boys. Maybe being in a different county would slow down the process. He was determined to get Sly's sheisty ass.

"It's goin' be okay baby," I said rubbing his back.

"I know," he said. He was unusually quiet. He pulled up to a payphone to call his boys and let them know where he would be. In the meantime Daren called my cell phone.

"No. I heard about it this morning from Ebonie. You know the one who do my twists at Uncle Pete's shop. Anyway, she cool wit' Carmen and shit. I think she go wit' Carmen's brother and shit. Anyway, she was tellin' me about how Carmen got this new boo. She starting describin' the nigga and I was like, hold up, he sound familiar," she said.

"Okay Daren, get to the point," I said impatiently. I didn't know what she was tellin' me about Carmen's new boo for. "It better not be Diablo. Is he s'posed to still be fuckin' wit' him? I'm goin' kill that mufucka."

"No bitch, slow the fuck down and listen. I stopped talkin' 'cause I thought I saw that nigga I used to fuck wit' who drive that hot ass black Chevy Impala, wit' the chrome twenty twos and the chromed out grill. That nigga had some good dick and some fat pockets. It won't him though. Anyway, Ebonie told me that this nigga from Brooklyn and he slangin' real hard. At first I was thinkin' that could be anybody. Then she described how he looked. She said he was light brown skinned, with freckles, pretty light brown eyes and some long ass dreads. She said he told her his name was Dutch, and he own a recording studio on the top floor of a building in Greenwhich Village. That's that nigga Sly. Remember that time he came down here and we all went to the club and he told me his name was Dutch. That nigga was all over me tryin' to fuck and shit. You know me. Shit, I be rollin' hard. I know you ain't into that shit, but that X have a bitch horny as hell. We got a room and he gave me one of them pills. That nigga had me cumin' so hard I didn't even care of he gave me a dime. However, he had the pussy to hisself the whole weekend, so he had to pay up. I know for a fact that Dutch and Sly is the same person, because I heard somebody call him Dutch before, and because I went up top wit' him and saw his studio in Greenwhich Village for myself. As a matter of fact I fucked that nigga a few months ago. He told me he was fuckin' with some Spanish broad that live down here. I know for a fact it's Carmen. They got together and schemed to set Diablo up. I can bet my mufuckin' life on it. I wouldn't have ever known that nigga was a fuckin' rat."

Diablo got back into the car and kissed my cheek. "Ready baby?" He asked.

I nodded. "You sure Daren, you know I'm goin' to tell him."

"Tell him. Carmen must've been real mad at Diablo, and you. That's probably who shot at ya'll that night. You never know how niggas act over pussy. Shit, pussy done caused wars and all types of shit to go down," she said.

After we hung up I filled Diablo in on what Daren had told me.

He just shook his head and kept driving. He didn't even respond. He knew he'd gotten into some deep shit. All I could think was that's what the fuck he gets for fucking around on me. That should teach his ass that he got some good shit at home. I didn't rub it in though. I was mad at that bitch myself. I knew that Diablo was coming up with a plan to silence them both.

Chapter 13

Six months had passed. It was funny how things could change in such a short time. Diablo did come up with a way to silence Sly and Carmen for good. Sly's body was found floating in New York's Hudson River a month or so ago. The police could not connect Diablo to the murder. He'd made himself conspicuous as hell by taking me to a Hawks game and having front row seats during the time frame of the murder. The camera had hit us a few times and Princess had recorded it just because she knew we'd be on the front row. It was a good thing it had happened that way. After the police questioned Ablo and asked him of his whereabouts at the time of the murder he told them about the game and showed them the ticket stubs. They questioned me and Princess. Princess then told them she'd recorded the game, since she wouldn't be at home to see it. The officers told her to bring the tape for them to see it for themselves. They were all familiar with the game, but hadn't paid any attention to the spectators. Once they saw the camera shots of me and Diablo they were disappointed. Their key witness was dead, and they couldn't tie Diablo to his murder. The charges on Diablo were eventually dropped and the police were pissed because they'd been that close to getting him.

Diablo had gotten Tre to do the hit on Sly. Since Carmen didn't know Tre it was easy for them to set it up perfectly. Diablo knew how money hungry Carmen was, so he came up with a plot for Tre to flash some dollars in her face and make a proposition with her. After putting a few thousand in her pocket over the course of a month or so, and pretending that he was really into her Tre asked Carmen if she knew anybody who fucked with X. Carmen was ready to tell him all about Sly. She wanted to get her cut. Carmen let Sly know that she had a big time stunner who wanted to cop some pills from him. At first Sly wasn't trying to fuck with him. It was a good thing that Sly didn't know Tre. Tre was locked up when Diablo started dealing with Sly. Carmen finally coaxed Sly into going along with the deal. She drove to New York in the hopes of getting ten G's out of the deal. She was putting Sly on to a big sale and couldn't wait to get her piece of the pie. She took Tre to the meeting spot that they'd set up and before anything could be said Tre shot Sly in the head and dumped his body. He did this while Carmen watched in horror. After that he put duct tape on her mouth, hog tied her, and put her in the trunk of the car. He drove around for a few hours before he finally stopped. He'd pulled up in an alley where he finally let her out of the trunk. He untied her and told her that he was going to let her go. He didn't believe in hurting women or children. He gave her a few thousand dollars and told her to start a new life elsewhere. He also told her that if he ever saw her again in Atlanta, or if she ever opened her mouth to tell the police anything about what happened he would personally hunt her down and kill her himself. He assured her that he would go against his principles with no remorse. She was grateful for her life and obliged to the deal.

Diablo was free and his fear of losing me had ceased. He was back to his old tired, trifling ways. All that shit he talked when we'd picked him up from New York was out the door. As far as I was concerned there would be no wedding. There was no way in hell I was marrying his sorry ass. I had a gut feeling about what he was doing, and my intuition never lied. If I caught him this time it would be his ass.

It was after twelve noon on a Saturday and Ablo hadn't been home since the day before. I dialed his cell and it rang three times before he picked up.

"What the fuck is wrong wit' you! You act like I ain't nobody to you! I'm s'posed to be your fuckin' fiancé, remember that nigga? Or was that shit just 'cause I was done wit' your ass? If you don't want me why the fuck you keep stringin' me along Ablo? Huh? What the fuck you get out of that shit? Do you enjoy hurtin' me? Do you like feelin' like you the man 'cause you can get all the outside pussy you want without me leavin' you! You got one more mufuckin' time and I promise you on err’thang I love that I'm leavin' your ass for good!" I yelled. I was so mad that if he was in front of me I would've punched him in his fucking face for acting so damn nonchalant about the situation. All I could do was hang up on him.

Before I could get up from the sofa his number was on my caller ID. I pressed the ignore button, and he called back again. I answered with an attitude. "What!"

"Look baby, I'm on the way home. I'm sorry. I got drunk last night and I fell asleep at Ace crib. I ain't lyin’' baby. We was gettin' fucked up at the trap and shit. I ain't wanna drive and get stopped. Not wit' all this heat I already got surroundin' me. It ain't what you think," he explained.

I sighed. I was so tired of that nigga's lies. The shit was ridiculous. "Don't even try it Ablo. I know you. If you had really spent the night passed out at Ace's you would've been here at the crack of dawn. Ain't no need to come home now 'cause I ain't goin' be here to hear your lies when you get here." I hung up again.

I called Princess and asked her to meet me downtown at Benihana. I needed to talk to somebody. I wanted to talk to Maya, but she wasn't answering her cell phone.

"So, what's goin' on P?" I asked. We were seated and had already ordered our drinks.

She was still with Tre, but the initial spark of the relationship had seemed to go out. "Nuthin' much girl. We just ain't talked in a minute. Tre won't let me breath. Believe me we do need to talk."

"Go ahead. Maybe your problems will make me forget about mine for a little while.”

"Well, for one I'm feelin' like Tre is stiflin' me. He want to be under me all the time. I don't know what it is, but I gotta beg him to leave the damn house," she said and shook her head.

"Girl please. You inventin' problems. That ain't shit," I said.

"It is when you used to bein' free and single. I kinda miss that shit now. I gotta admit though if he cheated on me I'd go off. I can't take a broken heart right now. I love Tre with all my heart, but if I catch him cheatin' I'll kill him. Although I miss bein' single I still like the feelin' of havin' one man. I feel stable, and safe. And although Tre is always around me it still don't mean that he ain't fuckin' other bitches when he do leave."

"Nuthin' I guess," she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I just don't trust men. What's up wit' you?" She asked.